And the cloud strewn skies
Opened up their eyes and cried
Upon my upturned face

And as the thunder rolled
Alone I strolled
Turned out, and out of place

And I yelled my lies to those
Cloud strewn skies and within
I searched to erase

An upturn lip is wished to be
washed away, a roving eye is
bidden to rest

And under the sight of that
cloud strewn sky, I made
myself again,

But, this time, more than less.